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Ill-conceived, pathetically realized follow-up to SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER. Six years after Tony Manero (John Travolta) shed his dancin' shoes and left Brooklyn in the previous film, he's re-emerged on Broadway with a minor role in "Satan's Alley," an extravagant musical starring haughty Brit
Laura (Finola Hughes). The sexual tension and animosity between Tony and Laura heat up when he's given the costarring role; meanwhile, his true love (Cynthia Rhodes) remains loyal to him. The show is a hit, of course, and Tony is an overnight success. The film's main concern is Travolta's body--he
sweats, dances, shows off his muscles, and sweats some more. This obsession with physique should be attributed to director-cowriter-coproducer Sylvester Stallone (who puts in a cameo appearance, a la Hitchcock). Sly seems to have displaced his romantic attachment to his own body onto that of
Travolta, who pumped up noticeably in preparation for the role. It all amounts to an embarrassing show of unrestrained, Hollywood-style egomania.